My son Colin, 5, had his first day of kinder- garten Friday at “the big school,” as he likes to call it. Like many parents, this day has been filled memories past and present.
In the days leading up to Colin’s big day at “the big school,” I have tried to recall many of the memories I had when I first entered North Elementary.
My family was still living on Eastside Park Road, before it became part of the city. The morning light came in heavy to the kitchen wall, where I stood along it while my mom took a picture with one of those Kodak disc cameras where the film was in a flat cartridge instead of the round ones. Then we went to school.
To be honest, that first day and Halloween were the only memories I could recall from my own kindergarten experience. My costume for Halloween was Admiral Ackbar from the Star Wars epic “Return of the Jedi.” It is probably the peak of my Halloween dress-up as I started not liking the fall holiday after a vandal broke my jack-o’-lantern a couple years later.
I don’t know what Colin will remember years from now, but I will never forget Friday. He was excited, as many children were in Washington, when he got to put on his new clothes, shoes and backpack that he has been waiting to strap on for a month now. My other son, Cooper, was also so excited because he got to put on his new shoes and backpack.
Colin is not a morning person, but he was ready to go as Dad got his camera out. Although the day was cloudy, the shot of Colin standing against the wall ready for the day when he is officially a kid was one of the best I will remember.